LOGINMy phone buzzed. One more message. **Unknown:** I know what you're planning. Can—can feel it somehow. You're going to—to isolate me. Take away—away communication. Lock me away where—where I can't reach you. Can't remind you—you of eventual justice. Of karma. Of—of cosmic correction. Fine. Do it. L
"She's escalating," Hope said. Voice shaking. "Caden, Emily's texting—texting multiple times. Building argument. She's—she's not deterred by us knowing. She's—she's confident the binding can't stop—stop abstract beliefs. That thinking about karma and—and justice isn't thinking about us specifically
The Next Generation Caden pov Two weeks after Emily's trial and binding, Hope and I finally—finally felt like we could breathe. The nursery was coming together. Twelve weeks pregnant now, Hope was—was past the worst of the morning sickness. Starting to show properly. Starting to look—look lik
"She hates me." My voice was—was shaking. "Caden, Emily hates me. Completely. Absolutely. Blames me for—for everything. For her exile. Her binding. Her—her institutionalization. All of it—it's my fault in her mind. Because I—I accepted the mate bond." "It's not your fault. Hope, none of this is—is
"LIAR! You're a LIAR! Caden loved me! He—he was going to love me! Before the mate bond—bond ruined everything! Before you—you stole him with your—your symbolic hybrid manipulation! You—you don't deserve him! You're not—not good enough! You're—you're nothing but problems and complications and—and you
The Next Generation Hope pov The Council chamber was packed for Emily's trial. Pack members. Council representatives. Witnesses to—to everything Emily had done. Everyone who needed to see—see justice served for violations of exile, for continued harassment, for—for refusing to accept that the
I found him in human form, bleeding from multiple wounds, three mercenaries circling him like sharks. He'd shifted back—never a good sign. Meant he was too injured to maintain wolf form. Rage exploded through me. My wolf surged forward with protective fury. These bastards had hurt my father. My Al
"I know. I'm done making that mistake." I paused. "Dad, I slept for twenty hours yesterday. My body literally shut down. That's not going to happen again." "How can I be sure?" "Because Emma will kill me if it does," I said, only half-joking. "She made it very clear—if I go back to those pattern
Marcus came out of nowhere. A blur of brown fur slamming into the leader from the side. Father and daughter. Protecting each other. They rolled, savage and desperate. Marcus was good—Beta for a reason—but the leader was better. More experienced. More brutal. I reached them and dove in, three wol
My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov The bed was soft. Too soft. When had my bed gotten this soft? I tried to remember the last time I'd actually slept in it. Days? A week? Everything was blurring together—intelligence briefings, tracking rogue movements, coordinating with allied packs. Emma's words







